The next four weeks seemed to take forever. I jerked off every day thinking about Sarah, her scent, the feeling of getting an enema and the thrill of having a woman watch me as I masturbated. I tried not very successfully to give myself an enema with an empty shampoo bottle and some aquarium tubing. I felt like calling Sarah several times, but resisted the urge fearing I would screw things up between us. Most of all I became very grateful to her for making me feel OK about myself in a situation that could have been disastrously humiliating.

The Monday before our weekend together, I stopped stroking off, saving myself for Sarah.

Friday evening I arrived. We had an impromptu dinner from Kentucky Fried Chicken. I tried to not appear too eager, but drank in Sarah's incredibly sensual grown up good looks; brown eyes and shoulder length brown hair. She always wore a sweet smile. I tried not to stare at her sun freckled collarbones and cleavage but apparently not too well for as aware of them as I was.

As I was clearing the table Sarah began

"Brad, we need to talk about the last weekend you were here."

My heart raced a little.

"What we did wasn't necessarily wrong, but I don't think it should continue. I'm twenty four years older than you and I don't think your mother would appreciate it if she were to find out. You haven't told anyone about this have you?"

"No, no one."

"Good."

We continued to clean up in silence. I felt crushed. My dreams of surprising her with flowers, and getting up on Sunday morning from her bed to make her coffee were just stupid fantasies. She was absolutely right and I felt like an idiot for having walked around with my silly imaginary relationship rolling around in my head for a month.

Later that evening we sat on the couch and watched The Blues Brothers on her VCR. I wanted to slide over and rest my cheek against her ample bust but instead just sat there half watching.

The movie ended and the VCR went into auto rewind.

"Brad, do you think you could help me with my irrigation without getting overly stimulated? It's not a big deal, I could get one of the nurses from work to help me. It's just that it's not too easy to do my self."

"Uh no, sure I can do it"

"Are you sure? This is only about my health and digestion. Nothing else. Understand?"

"Yeah, sure."

"Come into the bathroom and I'll show you how I prepare."

I met Sarah in the bathroom, she had her red bag and nozzle set up along with a yellow juice pitcher and a bar of soap. I stood next to her and watched as she filled the pitcher with warm water and began to swish the bar of soap around in it. I managed to peek down her blouse and get a glimpse of her breasts and a bit of lace on her bra.

"Feel that, the water is about body temperature and enough soap to be soapy but not thick or gooey."

I put my hand in the pitcher and rubbed my fingers together. I watched her pour the soapy water in to the bag, screw on the top and attach the hose. I took a moment to take in the shiny black nozzle that had been up my butt four weeks before. I felt a mini contraction behind my balls. Sarah walked into her bedroom where she had again covered her bed spread with towels. She hung the bag from a plant hook and nylon cord in the ceiling over her bed and told me to turn around as she undressed. This seemed silly as I could still watch her disrobe in the dresser mirror, but I complied and watched her remove her pumps, slacks and bra. She put her white blouse back on but didn't button it. Sarah climbed on her bed and positioned herself on all fours over the towels.

"OK you can come on over now."

I turned and looked at the most beautiful sight I had ever seen. Sarah's full mature ass was pointing towards me. I could see her brown vulva, the hood of her clitoris and labia just below her anus. My erection was full and I felt that twinge behind my scrotum again. This is what a woman looks like, not one of those skinny models in Penthouse. I breathed and regained my composure.

There's Vaseline on the dresser"

I put a dab on my finger and, as Sarah had done for me, dabbed it on her butt hole.

"Work some of that inside me please"

I slowly started to work my finger in and out of her ass until I got it all the way in and everything felt plenty greasy. Next I lubed the nozzle and began to press it into her.

"You're so gentle, that feels very nice."

When the nozzle was in far enough, I opened the clamp and let the water flow. I regulated the flow with my thumb and forefinger as Sarah had done. Halfway through, she rolled on to her side and pulled her leg up. I was disappointed that the blouse obstructed my view of her lovely breasts but we made eye contact and she smiled.

"You're doing an excellent job my friend!"

I heard a gurgling sound come from Sarah's bowels, and the rest of the bag drained quickly.

I took the apparatus to the bathroom and began to rinse the bag and wash the lube off the nozzle. A few minutes later, Sarah walked in and sat on the toilet. I heard the water start to spray into the bowl, and I left to allow her some privacy. I pulled the door most of the way closed and waited in my bedroom while Sarah let her enema out. After a about five minutes, I heard the toilet flush and Sarah walked into her bed room.

"Come in here."

Sarah was still only wearing her unbuttoned white blouse.

" You really did a great job Brad. I hope that wasn't too stimulating for you." She was smiling. I looked down at the large wet spot on my shorts that explained her amusement.

"I suppose I was expecting too much for a guy your age not to get excited by all of that. Do you want to go in to the shower and stroke it off? Maybe you'd like to do it here with me."

I nodded my head. Sarah sat down on the bed and motioned for me to come over to her.

"Get on you knees."

I knelt down in front of her and looked down at her painted toenails. I looked up started to stroke my cock as we had done in the past and Sarah removed her blouse and pulled my head into her breasts.

"Do you want my breasts? Do you want to suck on Sarah's nipples?"

I sucked one brown nipple, then the other, licking the white flesh below her freckles. I could taste the slight saltiness from her perspiration. I was in Heaven as I stroked my cock and sucked on Sarah's glorious large breasts. She took her panties from the bed and dropped them at her feet.

"Come for me Brad. I want you to come for Sarah."

I held her nipple in my mouth and felt the load swell up inside me.

"I love you" I blurted out as my ejaculation hit the panties, her pretty feet and again the panties. I had no intention of saying that, and didn't really know what I should do next, so I didn't say anything.

We stood up. She kissed me slowly on the mouth and told me to take a shower and go to bed.

I dried off and went into my room and pulled down the covers.

Sarah called from her room.

"Not that bed, in here."